Im up like a lark,
The sun's shining down,
On this still quiet,
Sleepy old town,
I hear a crow call,
As I search for my specs,
There's a sound from my phone,
It's an incoming text,
I think I'll make some tea and toast,
It's a glorious day,
I'll make the most.
As I sit near my window,
What do I see,
There's a Robin,
He sits in my favourite tree,
He's singing his heart out,
As sweet as can be.
He's as happy as Larry,
And that makes me smile,
I so love to see him,
Once in a while,
Nature is calling me,
Into its space,
I'll sit out there later,
Feel that sun on my face,
Amongst the fine flowers,
I love to be,
Life is a gift,
Such a treasure to see.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem, beautiful